Hello everyone currently reading this right now. My name is Lightning God Traxid. After a long absence from this site, I have returned to continue writing stories. To those that have read the first version of this story, I apologize for my long absence and also I'm sorry but I just didn't feel like I could continue with that version. So I decided to start all over and make a few changes to it. Hopefully this version will be better.

Like before I am requesting and accepting Human/Mamodo teams. I will give credit of the submitted characters to their respected authors at the end of the chapter that they are used. There will be a character sheet at the bottom. If you wish to submit characters, please feel free to do so in the reviews or you can PM me. :D

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Fated Encounter?

[Verona, Italy]

It was a cold, dark, and foggy night in the city of Verona, Italy. The light from the full moon illuminated a lone girl walking down dim lighted alleyway. The girl appeared to be around the ages of sixteen and eighteen. She has long, blonde hair that reaches down to her lower back and her eyes are a shade of light blue. She has two lines on her face that run down to the corners of her mouth and she is currently wearing a yellow sleeves vest, a pair of black pants with a yellow cloth wrapped around her waist, and black shoes. Also being held underneath her arm is a yellow colored book.

The blonde haired girl stopped in her tracks and looked around her surroundings, searching for a street sign or anything to help her figure out where she was. Her lips curved into a small frown upon not being able to find anything useful to help her determine her location due to the dense fog obscuring her vision. She simply shrugged her shoulders and continued on down the alleyway.

Meanwhile in the background, two shadow figures began to approach the blonde haired girl from behind, being careful to match her footsteps and pace so not to alert her of their presence. However unknown to them, the blonde hair girl had been aware of them following her a couple of blocks ago. She knew who they were and she knew what they were after.

Sensing them drawing closer and closer to her, the blonde hair girl tightened her hold on the yellow book. She then inhaled and exhaled in order to prepare herself for what was about to happen next. Once she mustered up her resolve, she quickly turned around and pointed towards the shadow figures approaching her.

"You two have some nerve following a girl like me down an alleyway like this! Do you two have any shame at all?" The blonde haired girl promptly placed her free hand on her hip while glaring fiercely at the shadow figures. She squinted her eyes and attempted to get a look at the two figures, but of course the dense fog was preventing her from doing so. She would just have to wait for the figures to step out into the light and reveal themselves to her.

However the shadow figures stopped in their tracks and jumped back after being so easily spotted by the blonde haired girl. They remained silent and motionless; perhaps they were unable to decide on an immediate course of action. Or at least that was the blonde haired girl's theory. After about thirty seconds of complete silence, the blonde haired girl took a step forward while raising her yellow book into the air.

"You're after this, correct? Are you satisfied with this? Taking on a poor little girl in an alleyway without having any form of protection?" The blonde haired girl smirked at the hesitance shown by the shadow figures.

"Don't play innocent. We're all aware that you're tougher than you actually look." The tallest of the shadow figures spoke up while stepping out into the light provided by one of the street lamps overhead. The blonde haired girl clicked her tongue at the sight of the tall man being shrouded in a black cloak. "Since you were aware of us beforehand, then you should also be of what's going to happen to you if you don't quietly hand over your spell book." The man held his hand out, waiting for the blonde haired girl to hand over the yellow book in her hand.

"If you were smart you would do as he says." The second shadow figure stepped out into the light. He too was also shrouded in a dark cloak. In his hand was the exact same book that the blonde haired girl was carrying, except that its color was peach. "That is of course, unless you feel as if you can defeat the both of us without a book keeper."

Upon hearing the man's words, the blonde haired girl could only chuckle. By no means was she intimidated by being "cornered" by the two men shrouded in dark cloaks. Whether she had a book keeper or not, she believed that she could effortlessly defeat the two men before her. And she was more than prepared to prove it. She quickly kicked off the ground and rushed towards the two men at a rapid speed.

"Oh merda! The first spell; Amatsu!" The man with the peach colored book chanted and the large man acted quickly by thrusting the palm of his hand towards the approaching girl. The blonde haired girl easily evaded the palm strike and responded with a fierce strike aiming for the man's face. However the man used his other hand to capture the blonde haired girl's fist within the palm of his other hand. The two exchanged confident glances at each other before they continued to engage each other in battle.

Hours Later

"Maestro Bartolomeo. It's time to wake up." An elderly man knocked a few times on the door in front of him before he slowly opened it and looked inside. A few meters ahead of him was a large king sized bed. And on that bed underneath the covers was an abnormal sized lump.

The elderly man knocked on the door one more time in an attempt to awaken the person underneath the covers. He announced that it was time for the person to wake up. However the person refused to respond to the man. The elderly man rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed. He then grabbed the covers and removed them from off the person.

"Maestro Bartolomeo. It is time for you to wake up and go to school." The elderly man announced once again as he looked to the person tightly hugging onto his pillow. The elderly man took things a step further and removed the pillow from the person's grasp and tossed it to the other side of the room.

After having his covers and pillow removed from his person, Bartolomeo, Bart for short, opened his eyes and frowned. He looked around his room before focusing his sights on the perpetrator, his butler, Claudio. He stared blankly at his butler for a moment before he slowly turned around and attempted to return back to his pleasant dreams.

Having gone through the same routine for more than seventeen years now, Claudio walked around the bed and stopped in front of the large black curtains. He then spread the curtains apart and allowed the blinding light from the sun to enter the room. Once the warm rays reached Bart, his face cringed as he could feel its burning sensation on his eyelids. And the fact that Claudio was using a magnifying glass to aim more of the sun's rays on his face wasn't making the situation any better for him.

"Maestro Bartolomeo, once again your face will be cooked well done in a matter of minutes if you continue to lay there like a lazy bum." Claudio remarked as he reached for another magnifying glass within his pocket. Knowing that more pain was going to befall him at this rate, Bart rolled out of bed and collapsed onto the floor with a thud.

He let out a loud groan while Claudio pulled out a small bell and rang it several times. Seconds later a group of maids entered the room and helped Bart to his feet. They then proceeded to prepare him for his day at school. The maids circled around Bart and began to groom him at a high speed. Once the maids had finished with Bart, he looked like a whole new person. His once unruly and unkempt black hair had been properly combed and slicked back; his pajamas had been removed and replaced with casual clothing such as a white dress shirt and a black tie underneath a black jacket, a pair of black pants, and black shoes. Satisfied with the proper look of his master, Claudio dismissed the maids while Bart stretched his arms out and yawned loudly.

"Once again, good morning Maestro Bartolomeo. It is time for you to get up and get ready for school." Claudio announced.

"Ah yes, good morning, Claudio." Bart returned a weak smile back at his butler. He then turned around and left his bedroom with Claudio following close behind. "I wish you could have given me a few more moments of sleep though." He complained.

"If I had done that, you would have been asleep for the entire day and missed school. Although your parents are overseas again, they do not wish for you to miss out on a proper education." Claudio stated as the two walked down the hallway of the estate, passing by several house maids that bowed their heads upon their arrival.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Bart sighed while slipping his hands into his pockets. He opened his mouth to say something else until a pleasant aroma entered his nostrils. He sniffed the air and licked his lips before he made a mad dash towards the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, his brown eyes lit up when they spotted the mountains of pancakes and waffles sitting on the round table. And standing in front of the mountains of pancakes and waffles was a young woman dressed as a maid. She has shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, and she has round framed glasses on her face.

"Maestro Bartolomeo, your breakfast is ready." The maid bowed her head and stepped away from the table while pulling out a chair of Bart.

"Grazie, Fiore! You've done a fantastic job at making breakfast as always!" Bart happily made his way over to the table and made himself a plate. He then wasted no time in stuffing his face full of both pancakes and waffles. He then tilted his head back and drowned the mashed up food in his mouth with syrup.

"My pleasure Maestro Bartolomeo." Fiore smiled as she lifted her head and watched Bart stuff his face with the breakfast she so happily made for him. She then looked over to Claudio and took immediate notice of the disgusted face he was making seeing the young master savagely devour the food on the table.

"Maestro Bartolomeo, you shouldn't stuff your face like that. It's rather unsanitary and unbecoming of a young man such as you." Claudio cringed as Bart ignored his words and continued to eat.

"Let him do as he pleases, Claudio. He's a growing young boy that deserves to eat." Fiore placed her hand over her mouth and giggled childishly, annoying Claudio in the process.

"I have no problem with him eating. However he must stop eating like a feral beast and learn some proper table manners." Claudio sighed. "You keep enabling him to eat like this and he'll never learn how to eat like a proper gentleman."

"Done!" Bart shoots up from his seat and slams his fork onto the table. Claudio and Fiore look to the table to see that all of the food that had been prepared for him had disappeared. "That was very delicious, Fiore. I can't wait to see what you're going to cook for dinner when I return from school today." He pats his stomach a few times before he followed Claudio out of the kitchen.

"Now that you have finished…devouring your breakfast Maestro Bartolomeo. I must inform you that your parents have sent you a letter regarding a special visitor for today." Claudio said.

"Special visitor?" Bart asked while a Fiore followed behind him, flossing his teeth.

"Yes. I have not been given all the details yet. But your parents have told me that the visitor will show up today, possibly after you return from school." Claudio nodded his head.

"Is that right? Okay then." Bart nodded his head as well and closed his mouth after Fiore had finished flossing his teeth.

"They also urge you to be on your best behavior with this guest. It appears that this person might have quite the temper." Claudio warned him.

"I'll be careful." Bart laughed as Fiore handed him his school bag. He bid both Claudio and Fiore farewell as he headed out through the front door. He then ran down the walkway, passing by the rows of maids and butlers that lined up in front of his fancy estate to wish him a good day at school.

After leaving the vicinity of his estate, Bart joined up with several pedestrians walking along the sidewalks. Now that he was away from all the constant supervision from his butlers and maids, he allowed a loud sigh to escape from his mouth. He then closed his eyes and listened to the authentic Italian music being played by talented musicians around each street corner that he turned around. Hearing the music made every care in Bart's world simply float away from his body, making him feel at peace for the time being.

The day only seemed to get better for him as he passed by his favorite bakery shops. The smell of fresh bread being placed in front of the windows of the shops made him lick his lips in anticipation of eventually devouring the bread. But he couldn't afford to be late for school, so he could only afford to reluctantly window shop for now. He turned away from the delicious fresh bread and continued down the sidewalk.

The streets and sidewalks were all crowded by people and cars alike. Bart knew that he would be late for school at this rate and that he would have to resort to taking his usual shortcuts. Looking over to his left, he stared down an alleyway. His lips curved upwards into a smile as he made his way down the alleyway.

"And Claudio always wonders why I never want to be driven to school. There's so much damn traffic that it would take me weeks to make it there on time." Bart complained. He stopped in his tracks once he noticed small traces of blood that stained some of the walls and concrete around the alleyway. While initially unnerved by the sight, he nonetheless carefully proceeded down the alleyway, hoping that whatever happened here wasn't going to somehow involve him.

Although the smart thing to do would be to turn around and walk away from the area, Bart's curiosity had been captured. As he continued down the alleyway, he noticed obvious signs of some sort of fight or struggle that occurred in this area. There were large dents in some of the garbage cans, cracks and holes in some of the structures, and for some odd reason singe marks over the walls. Whatever had transpired here must have been quite intense.

Things got even more interesting for Bart once he came across the body of the blonde haired girl. She was leaning up against the wall with a yellow book tightly held against her. She appeared to be wounded and unconscious. Bart slowly approached her and called out to her once. There was no response.

He called out to her again. There was still no response. He then reached his arm out and attempted to touch her neck to check and see if she had a pulse.

"Go away, human." The blonde haired girl groaned, causing Bart to freeze for a moment before pulling his hand back away from her.

"Umm…are you okay, signora?" Bart asked. He examined her and took notice of the second degree burns on her body. He then determined that this girl was somehow involved with what happened in this alleyway.

"I'm fine. Now go away. I'm trying to sleep." The blonde haired girl replied harshly. Bart couldn't believe that a girl like her was trying to actually sleep in this alleyway despite its condition. However, he disregarded her attitude for the moment. No matter how she acted, she was injured and he needed to help.

"You're injured. Hold on, I'll call for an ambulance." Bart reached within his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He prepared to dial the number until the blonde haired girl opened her eyes and swatted the phone out from his hands. He watched in despair as his cell phone flew across the air and slammed into the wall, smashing the phone to pieces.

"I don't need an ambulance, human. I need you to go away and leave me alone." The blonde haired girl snapped at Bart before she proceeded to shut her eyes again.

"My phone…you smashed my phone…I tried to help you and you smashed my phone!" Bart looked to the blonde haired girl and scowled fiercely at her. He couldn't believe how selfish and ungrateful this girl was acting towards him. Initially he had pictured her to be so grateful that she would jump into his arms and embrace him for his heroic deeds. Not that he was really expecting that to happen at all. But still, a thank you would have been nice.

"Did I ask for your help? No I did not. Now go away. You're interrupting my precious nap time." The blonde haired girl shooed Bart away with the flick of her wrist.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone then if that's what you wish. But first I want you to answer a few questions of mine." Bart folded his arms over his chest.

"Go ahead and ask whatever you want. I'll allow you to ask three questions. But once you're done I wish for you to leave me alone." The blonde haired girl nodded her head.

"First question, are you aware of what happened here in this alleyway?" Bart questioned her.

"A fight of course. Anyone with a good pair of eyes would be able to deduce that much with just a single glance." The blonde haired girl replied instantly. "You're not very smart are you?"

Bart's eyebrows furrowed after hearing the blonde haired girl's insult to his intelligence. While he would like to prove to her that he was indeed quite smart, he doubted that it would change her attitude towards him. He dismissed the insult and continued to question her.

"Second question, were you involved in the fight? Or were you just an unlucky person that just so happened to come across it?" Bart asked.

"I was involved in the fight. I clearly won the said fight with much ease." The blonde haired girl smirked.

"Much ease? It looks like you're the one that got your ass kicked to me." Bart thought to himself while looking over the bruises and wounds across the girl's body. He didn't know what kind of fight had transpired, but he felt as if he didn't really need to learn the details of it. He didn't need to involve himself anymore in her busy than he already had. He then looked down to the yellow book in her hand and stared fixedly at the strange insignia on the front cover of it. For some reason he felt sense of déjà vu staring at her book. He felt as if he had seen that symbol before.

"Last question, what's with that yellow book?" Bart asked. His eyebrows arched in curiosity once the blonde haired girl slowly opened her eyes. She frowned at him and tightened her embrace on the book. He could immediately tell that she was rather protective of that book. Whatever was in that book meant a lot to this girl. He then deduced that perhaps the reason the alleyway was in its current condition was because the girl was fighting off muggers that attempted to steal her book.

"It's none of your business. Now that you've asked your questions, walk away and leave me alone. I have somewhere to be and I can't afford to be bothered by you anymore." The blonde haired girl stood up and walked past Bart.

"Hold on a second. I have a feeling I've seen that book somewhere before and…" Bart reached his arm out and attempted to grab the book from out the blonde haired girl's hands. That proved to be a fatal mistake on his part. Acting on instinct, the blonde haired girl turned around and grabbed Bart's wrist with one hand. She then turned around and flipped Bart over her shoulder and slammed him onto the ground. Adding the finishing touches to her move, she slammed her foot on Bart's face and rendered him unconscious immediately.

"Don't…touch…my…book!" The blonde haired girl commanded before she walked away from the area, leaving Bart's unconscious body lying on the ground.

Hours later Bart wakes up and finds himself still in the alleyway. He clutches his face and groans in pain as he slowly sits up from off the ground. He thought back to what happened and remembered that the girl he attempted to help was the one that had knocked him out. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists in anger at being knocked out so easily, especially by a wounded girl. If he ever came across her again, he would be sure to repay the favor.

But he couldn't afford to worry about her anymore. He had wasted enough time wandering around the city. He needed to head to school before he got in any more trouble than he was already in. He got up from off the ground and rushed out of the alleyway and hauled ass all the way to school. He made it there in about thirty minutes but of course he was late and had to be directed to detention as a means of punishment.

Bart entered the detention classroom and looked around the room. There were only two other students sitting around in the room. And unfortunately both of them were students that he had a bad relationship with.

The first student he looked to was Emilio. He was basically the school bully. He wasn't too threatening by himself. He would usually do the cliche stuff like steal your lunch money, force people to do his homework, and stuff like that. Back in elementary school, he and Bart were the best of friends. But then a certain event occurred and now the two are enemies, or "rivals" according to Emilio.

Emilio has short black hair, brown eyes, and a small stubble goatee on his chin. He is currently wearing a white dress shirt with a black buttoned up vest worn over it, black pants secured around his waist by a white belt, and black dress shoes. Despite not liking him, when Bart spotted the bruises around Emilio's face, he couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't know who did that to Emilio, but he certainly had to thank them.

The second student he looked to was Caldo. Just like Emilio, he was also the school bully. No one knows how it happened, but Caldo suddenly appeared months ago and became Emilio's subordinate out of nowhere. He is the one that everyone is truly afraid of due to his large size and stature.

He is a tall, muscular male standing at least 6'6ft. He has messy white hair that droops down over his eyes. And he wears a black muscle shirt, blue jean pants, and black boots. His body was covered in bruises as well. If he didn't know any better, Bart concluded that those two were involved in some kind of brawl.

"You two get your ass kicked by someone?" Bart sneered at the two students before he took his seat at an empty desk.

"I could ask you the same thing." Emilio pointed to the foot print imprinted on Bart's face. Bart looked at his reflection in the window and frowned at the sight. He then mentally swore to exact his revenge on the blonde haired girl that had done this to him.

"What are you two doing here in detention anyway? It's rather rare to see such model students like yourselves sitting here." Bart sarcastically said.

"It's none of your business. Now cease speaking to us or else." Caldo warned Bart. While initially that threat would have worked him on anywhere else, Bart wasn't affected since he knew Caldo wouldn't do anything to harm him while the teacher was still in the detention room.

"I'd do as he says, Bartolomeo." Emilio looked to Bart. "Caldo and I aren't in the best of moods right now. And if you don't wish to get your ass kicked, then keep quiet."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Bart looked away from the pair of delinquents and stared out of the window. He then sighed and remembered back to the blonde haired girl that had knocked him out earlier. He gritted his teeth again and glared. Despite finally being at school, he couldn't keep that girl out of his head. Although he didn't look it on the outside, he was the type of person that held a grudge. He wanted to find the blonde haired girl and have a rematch against her.

Had he known that she was skilled in the art of combat, he wouldn't have let his guard down around her just because she was injured. However, he realized that it was indeed his fault that he was knocked out. He had no right to try and take her book from her, especially since she seemed quite attached to her book. But it still didn't quell his anger. He figured that he would use his vast intelligence networks to find the blonde haired girl, apologize to her, and then kick her ass. Yeah. That sounded like a great plan to him.

While he was busy devising a plan on how to exact his vengeance on the blonde haired girl, the school day continued without any further incident. By the time Bart came back to reality, everyone in the detention classroom had disappeared. He looked around frantically and then looked outside to see hordes of students leaving the school. He then sighed happily once he realized that school was indeed over.

Now that school was over for him, he saw no need to remain in the building. He gathered his things and left the room. He walked down the hallway and passed by the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks and pressed his ear against the door after hearing some kind of argument occurring on the other side of the door. There were two voices. And he recognized them. They belonged to Caldo and Emilio.

"How could we have lost to a Mamodo without a spell book keeper? Do you understand how embarrassing it is to lose while having an advantage?" Caldo growled through his clenched teeth as he paced back and forth in the bathroom.

"Even I agree that it was rather humiliating. We had two spells and she had none. It should have been a clear victory." Emilio closed his eyes and frowned. "We've been chasing that Mamodo for three days now. And when we finally had her cornered she defeated us. Thank goodness she wasn't able to burn our spell book."

"She only won because you're weak. If you had remained in the shadows and read the spells from a distance, victory would have been ours." Caldo complained.

"Oh it's my fault? You're the demon from the Mamodo world. You should have been able to out power here with your raw strength alone." Emilio barked at Caldo.

"Spell book keeper? Mamodo world? What the hell are these two talking about?" Bart pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside the bathroom. His eyes widened upon seeing a peach colored book within Emilio's hands. His sights were focused on the symbol on the front cover the book. It resembled the symbol that he saw on the blonde haired girl's book earlier.

"Never mind, let's stop blaming each other. We're a team and we lost. So we're both at fault." Emilio sighed. "Let's just continue with our search for her today. Even though we lost our fight, I doubt that she recovered just yet. We might be able to defeat that blonde haired girl with the yellow spell book this time."

"Very well…" Caldo nodded and then sharply turned his head over to the bathroom door. Bart retreated from the door and ran off down the hall, not wanting to get captured by him. Caldo approached the door and pushed it open. He then looked around the hallway and shrugged his shoulders after seeing nothing. "Let's get moving, Emilio. If she finds herself a spell book owner before we defeat her, then I doubt we'll be able to win."

"Okay." Emilio followed Caldo out from the bathroom.

Meanwhile Bart was running towards his estate. Today just hadn't been his day. He was rudely woken up by his butler, he was knocked out by a mysterious blonde haired girl, and he was forced to stay in detention with two students that he hates. All he wanted to do now was head home and rest without any further incident.

When he made it back to his estate, he was welcomed by dozens of butlers and maids lined up outside the front again. The group of butlers and maids informed him that his special guest had arrived and that he must be on his best behavior. Bart could only sigh in irritation and head towards the kitchen where the special guest. He would endure through this horrible day for a bit longer until the special guest left the estate.

Upon entering the kitchen, his eyes widened in horror upon seeing a long, blonde haired person sitting at the table eating steak. He immediately shook his head and dismissed his suspicions of the special guest being the blonde haired girl that he had met hours ago. There was no way that fate would be as cruel as to have the person that beat him up enter his estate so easily.

"Ah, Maestro Bartolomeo. Welcome back from school." Claudio and Fiore turn around and bow their heads to Bart. "Your special guest has arrived at the request of your parents."

"Oh yeah? Ciao, my name is Bartolomeo Rossi. But you can call me Bart for short." Bart introduced himself as he approached the guest. He held his hand out for a handshake and waited patiently for the person to turn around. While he waited, his eyes wandered over to the table where a familiar yellow book rested. His eyebrows furrowed upon seeing the familiar symbol on the front cover of the book.

"Hello. My name is Elena. It's so nice to meet…" Elena turned around faced Bart with a smile. However, it immediately disappeared once she saw his face. "Oh…it's you." She turned back around and returned to her meal.

"No…no…no! Why is she here? Why is this girl here?" Bart turned to Claudio and Fiore with an angered expression.

"Is there a problem, Maestro Bartolomeo?" Claudio asked with a puzzled expression on his face. It was rather rare to see the young master make such an expression like that.

"You're damn right there's a problem! This person right here…"

"This is the annoying person that attempted to steal my book earlier. So I had to teach him a lesson in keeping his hands to himself." Elena interrupted Bart. Claudio and Fiore exchanged glances with each other and immediately understood the situation.

"Look, I understand that it was wrong for me to touch your book. But I think you went a little overboard knocking me out." Bart frowned.

"You should consider yourself lucky that I only knocked you out. Had you really pissed me off you wouldn't be alive." Elena stated.

"Oh yeah? Care to prove that little statement of yours?" Bart challenged Elena. Elena stood up from her chair and glared at Bart. "I'll admit that you're pretty good at knocking people out when their guard is down. But let's see how well you do when your opponent is ready."

After Bart had finished talking, he found himself looking up at the ceiling once Elena punched him in the face. His eyes rolled around several times, following the imaginary stars and chirping birds circling above his face. Elena crossed her arms underneath her chest and smugly stared down at the defeated Bart.

"Well that didn't take very long now did it?" Elena returned to her seat and placed her yellow book in her lap. "This is the person suspected of being my rightful partner? I surely hope that a weakling like him isn't my partner."

"Lucky shot…" Bart sat up while clutching his bleeding nose. "What do you mean by partner? What's going on here?"

"Have a seat, Maestro Bartolomeo. We have much to discuss with you." Claudio said.

And there you go people, the first chapter of the story. I hope you enjoyed it because there will be a lot more where that came from later on. Feel free to tell me what you think of the first chapter, and like I had said earlier, I am accepting OC's so if you wish to submit one, please feel free to do it in the reviews or PM me the Oc's. The list of what I need to know is right below, and please try to be as descriptive as possible.

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